Anime/Manga: Bankai Starting with Demon Slayer

"Child, what's wrong? Tell your mother!"

I'm sorry... everyone, I'm sorry to my mom...

Tanjiro wept uncontrollably, but he dared not turn around to look.

He was afraid that if he just glanced at the worried looks in his family's eyes, his determination to escape the dream would be weakened!

He swung his blade at the void, the blade cleaving through the snow curtain to no avail, his roar shattering the wind and snow but doing nothing to change the situation.

Perhaps he can no longer escape, and he will never wake up!

Outside the dream, atop the engine of the Infinite Train stood a young man in a suit and tie, his face flushed:

"Ha...what an ungrateful fellow, it was such a nice dream..."

He is the Lower Moon Demon Moon, Nightmare!

Nightmare manipulated everyone's dreams, but Tanjiro was surprised that he realized the dream was false so quickly, which made him somewhat unhappy.

"It's no use...you can't escape...huh?"

In the dream, a gust of wind and snow blew by.

[Tanjiro, raise your sword! 】

What you need to cut... is right here!

Tanjiro's father's voice suddenly resounded from the depths of his heart, causing Tanjiro, who was holding the Nichirin Blade, to freeze in place.

What I want to cut...

He looked at the knife in his hand, its blade reflecting his gaze, and he already had an answer in his heart.

Will dying in a dream affect reality...? Will I die in reality...?

Is it beyond repair...?

Tanjiro didn't know, but he didn't have time to confirm it!

Nidouzi is injured! We've been attacked by evil spirits!

Wake up, Tanjiro! Find a way to wake up!!

Don't be confused!

Cut him down!

Tanjiro knelt on one knee, placed his Nichirin Blade against his neck, and let out a shout filled with fear yet courage:

"what--!!!"

Whoosh—!

The blade cleaved down.

Red plum blossoms bloom on the snow.

Chapter 55 Flowers on the Cliff

Pitch black, an endless expanse of darkness...

Where is this....

Birds wander in the endless darkness and nothingness, trying to distinguish up from down, left from right, east from west, and north from south.

Was I dreaming again? But I was on a mission, how could I fall asleep?

Curious, he crouched down and touched the dark ground.

So cold, a cold that pierces the soul.

"Such a realistic feel... It's different from my usual dreams..." Asuka murmured.

He found that both his five senses and the fluctuations in his spiritual pressure were normal. He neither felt dazed nor had he experienced a feeling of exhaustion or helplessness.

What exactly happened...?

Just then, the darkness ahead began to writhe without warning.

A figure, as if emerging from an ink painting, gradually becomes clear.

Her dark green kendo uniform was covered with sword marks, and she had a high ponytail. The black and green Nichirin Blade in her hand emitted a dazzling cold light even in the dark space.

This was the first time Asuka had seen this man, but she recognized him almost instantly.

Arashizaki Teshin.

No matter how much his appearance changes, Asuka can instantly tell from the soul aura of the other person that this is Arashi-sensei.

At this time, he had not yet lost his arm, and he looked to be in his early thirties, with a strong and imposing physique.

"Teacher?" Asuka asked tentatively.

The only response he received was the flash of a sword.

This former wind pillar moved with the speed of a whirlwind, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of Asuka!

Swish! !

The Nichirin Blade swept past with a whoosh, and Asuka dodged to the side, but the wind blades it generated were enough to tear through Asuka's skin!

Asuka's gaze sharpened, sensing that this matter was not simple.

This was the first time he had ever fought in a dream, and the first time he had ever felt such real pain in a dream!

"I'm sorry, teacher."

With a flash of gray light, the bird drew its sword with lightning speed, and the X-shaped blade was instantly unleashed!

Clang—!

The raccoon was drawn from its sheath, the blade humming.

Arashizaki Teshin swung his sword, and the sword form of the Breath of the Wind in his hand was like a blue dragon breaking through the sky, stirring up the sea of ​​clouds. Every move was a killing move!

However, Asuka is no less formidable. Even without using spiritual pressure strikes, she can easily block every attack from Arashizaki Tesshin with her sharp eyes that can see through his moves and her increasingly refined swordsmanship skills!

At this moment, Asuka felt that this was probably because of the swordsmanship training she had been practicing during this period, which made her dream about Arashi-sensei's prime years.

Therefore, he did not rush to end the battle, but instead used the opponent's genuine killing intent to further hone and refine his swordsmanship.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The two fought fiercely, and the sparks from the intense collision of the Nichirin Blade and the monstrous blade almost illuminated the dark space.

After a huge blunder, Asuka thought it was almost time to end it.

"Fourth Form - Ascend to the Sandstorm!"

The raccoon swung out violently from below! The explosive wind of the blade howled upwards, like the wailing of ten thousand ghosts!

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The dark gray blade light and the invisible wind pressure merged perfectly, forming a spiral shockwave that distorted space and tore Arashizaki Teshin's figure apart.

As the bird had predicted, the figure vanished into the dark space within a few breaths after being shattered, leaving no trace of crimson.

It was all just a dream.

He slowly calmed the raging storm in his chest, reminiscing about Arashi-sensei's swordsmanship in his youth.

However, even after he had been meditating and waiting for a long time, the dream showed no signs of ending.

Still, the darkness was boundless, and the reason remained unclear.

Snap... Snap... Snap...

A clear, steady round of applause, seemingly long prepared, suddenly erupted from the depths of darkness.

Asuka frowned, searching for the source of the sound, but felt that the sound came from all directions and was everywhere.

He gripped the raccoon tightly again, awaiting the next possible attack in his dream.

Ta-da, ta-da, ta-da

The footsteps were neither hurried nor slow, coming from directly in front of the bird.

The bird perked up, its gaze fixed on the front, and then it stopped.

soon.

His pupils contracted.

Teeth tremble.

Anger began to surge.

As if an invisible hand had lifted a corner of the dark curtain, a figure gracefully strolled out.

The other person had a tall and slender figure, wore a black kimono, and had a pair of very ordinary black-rimmed glasses under their slightly curly brown short hair.

However, the eyes behind those lenses were as deep as the abyss, as if they could see through all the secrets of the world, and also seemed to be looking down on people with a kind of compassionate gaze.

"Well done, but is this all you wanted, Number 78? Your obsession with escaping me is so strong... it's even enough to tear a rift in the world..."

"Indigo dyeing!!!"

Asuka's calm and composed expression was completely shattered; arcs of rage and hatred flickered across his face, and bulging veins writhed menacingly on his forehead like earthworms.

The voice roared from between her teeth, as if she wanted to tear the refined man in front of her to shreds!

"It really shocked me... I never thought we would meet again, number seventy-eight."

The man known as Aizen adjusted his glasses, a gentle smile on his face, as if he were simply greeting a long-lost junior.

"Drink--!!!"

With a roar, Asuka leaped high into the air, her muscles throbbing as she unleashed her maximum power!

"Wind Breathing - Ninth Form: Typhoon Wetten!!!"

As the bird exerted all its strength, the raccoon began to stir up a destructive storm!

The dark, gleaming blades roared incessantly, forming a massive, high-speed spinning tornado-like blade! It hurtled straight towards Aizen!

This is the strongest sword technique Asuka can use! Combined with his surging, tearing spiritual pressure, the very space trembled and groaned!

The darkness plundered by the wind of the blade was torn into a void of chaos, broken and twisted!

The dreamscape began to change rapidly, sometimes becoming a turbulent sea, sometimes entering a dense forest shrouded in mist, constantly reassembling and collapsing.

Seeing this awe-inspiring scene, Aizen raised an eyebrow, a playful curiosity flickering in his eyes behind the mirror:

"...Is this the power of this world? It's just swordsmanship from humans, yet it can stir up spiritual particles..."

He didn't move an inch, and not even a single strand of his brown hair was ruffled by the strong wind.

Faced with this strike that could instantly kill a Lower Moon demon, Aizen's gentle smile remained unchanged.

Just as Asuka's serrated longsword came whistling through the air, the blade about to touch Aizen's collar.

"The Eighth of the Path of Binding: Repulsion".

A completely calm sound rang out.

In an instant, a pale blue spiritual energy shield formed in front of Aizen.

Clang!

A crisp impact resounded in the void!

Typhoon Weituotian's ferocious strike cleaved the shield, shattering it instantly.

Because of the reaction force from this attack, Asuka's arms were in excruciating pain, and her tiger's mouth immediately split open, staining the hilt of her sword red!

The next second, the shattered light shield emitted an irresistible repulsive force, throwing him violently away and causing him to crash awkwardly onto the cold, dark ground!

puff! !

He felt a sweet taste in his throat and spat out a large mouthful of scarlet blood!

"The power of anger will only make you lose your mind, become crude and unpredictable, number seventy-eight."

Aizen calmly commented on Asuka's slash.

But the next second he realized something, and his eyebrows twitched slightly.

He turned his head and focused his gaze on his shoulder.